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In this exclusive interview, Ada Lovelace spills the beans about science, museums, and what it is like to be the daughter of Lord Byron. Ada Lovelace appears courtesy of Mike Young, who in addition to being a writer of the highest order, has the ability to transcend time and space.

What is your earliest memory?

My Youth was Vigorous, despite my poor Health and need of walking sticks. I had a wonderful cat named Puff. My guitar teacher was a delightfully Exotic Spanish Count (rumored to have arrived on the wings of Exile!). But I do remember a Vague Sense of Pounding, which my Governess later put upon my father in a theory. For hours before my birth, the Lord—one floor below—apparently kept my Mother Hen awake by hurling bottles of hot water at the ceiling. I cannot account for this with anything but the slightest Smirk of Candor.

When the U.S. Department of Defense made you the namesake of their universal programming language, how did you respond?

I was Confident in their Decision, as surely the Powers That Be have vested a Grave and Terrible Responsibility in me. I see my Genius as a Medium-Sized heron, ice skating nimbly across the frozen ponds of Poetical Science with or without a Television Spectacle to Fortify her Patience.

You have been out of the workforce for quite some time, if you were to re-enter the workforce at this instant where would you apply your immense talents?

Should the Goodly Forces of Industry deign to grant such a Silly Bird as myself entry into their Ranks, I should think that no Available Position would wholly Ignite my Fancy. Instead I should seek employment of my own Crafting, perhaps building Robot Race Horses that on Available Weekends compose all manner of Harp musics. Affixed to my Steam-Powered horse would be a pair of Delicate Linen Wings, that he might bear me across the Countryside at Leisure. If Demand arose, I might arrange the Production of Replicas, but in those matters and their Tedium, I would let William preside.

Have you seen the analytical engine at the science Museum in London? If you haven't heard they took your notes, ran with them and now they have a working model of Babbage's Analytical Engine on display.

Indeed! Not only have I witnessed the Wonders of Once and Future Engines, but I have also watched with Merriment as society struggles to depict me by way of Tome and Early 90s Special Effects alike. Though I hesitate to Declare a Favorite, I would have to Declare this comic: http://sydneypadua.com/2dgoggles/lovelace-the-origin-2/. What it lacks in Veritude, it more than excels in Enthusiasm.

This is a sensitive subject and I would respect your decision to decline the invitation to speak in earnest in such a public setting but if you were on a deserted island would you take, for your own personal intellectual sustenance, a tome of your father's poetry or perhaps an untranslated document of Luigi Menabrae?

Having been Disposed, as per my Request, in a Tomb beside my Father's, it is with no small Twinkle of Reproach that I struggle with your Imagination.